So, Shykia has been giving several of her teachers troubles. She's rude and loud and doesn't do her work. They had no way of contacting her mother. They did not know she had a brother in the 7th grade.
I did.
Yesterday, another teacher and I spent our planning period finding her brother, finding out how we could get in touch with his mother, finding his teachers to get the numbers they have for him and, finally, getting in touch with the mother. She was scheduled for a parent conference this afternoon.
Shykia, who isn't rude to me, but is loud and always late (I have her first period) came in EARLY today, sat down, did all her work and spent 45 minutes having this conversation with herself:
"I don't even care though, really, I mean it's just a meeting. It's just a meeting. I don't even think anybody will say anything bad. Well, maybe Mr. F but nobody like him anyway. Ms. Vinson, you gon' say bad stuff? Hey, Josh, you better not talk or you'll get a meeting. But its okay, I don't care, it won't be bad or nothing. I been doing my work. I do my work right Ms. Vinson? I mean, I might be loud or something but I get my work done. I ain't worried though. It's just a meeting. Why would I be worried? I'm not worried..."
About 20 minutes in, I had to go stand in the hallway because I was laughing.
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